I’m only 26 years old, 38 weeks pregnant with my first child and was just diagnosed with breast cancer. A few months ago I noticed a lump in my breast that I assumed was pregnancy related, after a while of it still being there I finally said something to my OB at an appointment. She sent me off to get an ultrasound done at a hospital, when the DR came in to go over the ultrasound with me he didn’t have a good look on his face. Because of me being pregnant and what they saw I was able to be seen the next business day by a breast specialist, where another ultrasound and a biopsy was performed, this time I was able to see the ultrasound for myself and it looked horrible. The specialist even said it doesn’t look good and had me scheduled to come back a week later(today) for the results. In my heart I already knew based off my family history with cancer and what the doctors previously said and the looks on their faces. At this point they are not exactly sure if it is stage 1 or stage 2, because I still need more testing, most has to wait until after I deliver my baby. I have my first appointment with a cancer doctor on Thursday to get genetic testing done. I’m told I won’t be able to breast feed my baby which is something I’ve always wanted to do. The past week I’ve been crying on and off just thinking about how I would take care of a newborn baby while going through cancer treatment, and now that it’s officially been confirmed I’m still freaking out about it. The only people I really have close to me are my parents and my boyfriend, I don’t really have any friends. My parents already said they’d help out as much as they could, but I know it’s still going to be hard. I already feel like I’m failing my son since I won’t be able to take care of him 100% like I wanted to once treatment starts. The specialist also said I’m really due any day at this point, that it would be okay for my to continue the pregnancy and go into labor naturally, no need to be induced which I was thinking they would do.

A little back story

I was 11-12 years old when my mom had breast cancer and it was hard for me to handle then. My grandmother died earlier this year after her second fight with colon cancer, and my boyfriends mom just passed away last month of lung cancer. I know cancer can be beat but I’m more worried about my son at this point.